The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The smile on the old chaplain's face instantly froze. He looked awkwardly at Sean and stammered, "L-Look at my age. How could | engage in deceitful acts? God... I've lived a righteous life. | didn't expect to be so misunderstood in my twilight years..."

Seeing the old chaplain's pitiful expression, Willow could not help but feel sorry for him.

However, Sean looked disdainfully at the old chaplain before saying with a smile, "Sir, perhaps being an actor suits you better than being a chaplain."

The old chaplain's acting skills were impeccable. He might even win a prize if he attended some award ceremony. With his white beard and the slightly worn-out robe that had turned somewhat faded, others might indeed mistake Sean for misunderstanding the old chaplain.

"Sir, you can't say such things! I've lived an honest life. You can't just tarnish my reputation!" The old chaplain pleaded earnestly, looking at Sean.

Ignoring the old chaplain, Sean picked up a vase from the stall before him. With a flick of his finger against the vase, a crisp sound rang. "Why don't you tell me about this vase? What year is it from?" Sean asked with a chuckle.

expression turned solemn as he said seriously, "Hehe, I'll be honest with you. This vase is a precious heirloom passed down in my family! I'm not sure what era it's from, but | can assure you this vase has

that, the old chaplain stroked his

Crack!

rang instantly. The vase Sean was holding had already fallen to the ground and shattered into

aloud, "Southern Manufacturing Factory. It looks like this factory has been around for hundreds to thousands of years." "Well..." The old chaplain almost pulled

and began

to leave,

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